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Errors, sins, stinginess, and ignorance occupy the human spirit and torture the human body. Just as beggars feed their lice, we feed our lovely contrition. Baudelaire's "Flowers of Evil" prefaces the Qingming Festival. For the Chinese, it is more or less sad because it is a day of mourning. But for Tao Yiran, a well-known painter in Tangcheng City, it is a double sadness, because this day is the anniversary of his father's death. Therefore, Qingming is a particularly important day for him. He has obviously accepted the important characteristics of this ancient festival, which is that there will be no fireworks on this day and all food will be served cold.

Ziqi discovered the beautiful jade on a Sunday afternoon. Originally, he was supposed to go shopping with his wife that Sunday afternoon, but after lunch he suddenly received a call from his mother-in-law, asking Mingyue to come to her place and accompany her to visit her grandma. Ziqi looked at Mingyue who looked unhappy and said: Do you need me to go? Mingyue put down the phone and said: No, I'll go with my mother. Ziqi saw that Mingyue was a little unhappy, so he said: "It's right to look at grandma." Mingyue said nothing, just glanced at him, and then went to the bathroom to freshen up. After a while, he walked out of the house. After his wife left, Ziqi felt a little confused. He was often like this. Once something he had decided on was suddenly cancelled, he would feel at a loss and feel empty in his heart, as if something had not been done well and he could never settle down.

After the incident happened, Liu Xiaoshui lay in the detention center and thought about the incident over and over again. He now has plenty of time to think. He always felt that Wu Dachuan's death was directly related to this matter. Liu Xiaoshui was sitting at the dining table taking his last sip of milk when he heard the piercing sirens, which meant that his breakfast was in its final stages. When he heard the siren approaching from far away until it stopped in front of his home, he stayed there for a moment and was at a loss. The last mouthful of milk in his mouth even forgot to swallow. It flowed down the corners of his wide mouth and dripped onto his blue holy velvet sweater. His wife Qin Fang looked at him like that and asked a little surprised: "Xiao Shui, what's wrong with you?" At this time, Liu Xiaoshui's mind was blank and color came into his consciousness.